“Someone’s going to report you to the SPCA one of these days.”
Clyde pauses, waiting to hear the rest of the conversation. The taste of lettuce leaf is fragrant in his mouth, crushed by his jaws and slithering wetly and deliciously down his throat.
“Report me for feeding healthy food to Clyde? I hardly think so.”
“Sherlock, you know I’m not against animal testing in general, but this is ridiculous--not to mention hazardous. You’ll feel pretty bad if he gets stuck down there and dies. Let’s face it, you don’t have that many friends that you can afford to lose one to amateur plumbing.”
Clyde decides to follow Sherlock’s example and ignore Joan. The lettuce leaf he’s been given as an incentive to crawl just a little further into this pipe is several times the size of his head, and as long as he gets to eat the entire head of lettuce that he spotted on the kitchen counter, he’s more than willing to crawl anywhere Sherlock would like him to.
A moment later Sherlock sighs. “Very well. But it will be entirely on your head if we don’t end up solving this case as a result of your well-intentioned admonitions, Watson.”
Clyde kicks his feet a little as he feels himself losing contact with the pipe, the remnants of the lettuce leaf still clamped firmly in his jaws, and he swiftly pulls his head into his shell, just in case something terrible is about to happen. His dismay is short-lived, however, when he finds himself deposited carefully back in his terrarium along with the coveted head of lettuce. He risks poking his head out just far enough to see Sherlock looking down at him with one of those changes in his facial features that Clyde has never bothered trying to decipher. Humans do strange things with their faces all the time, so it hardly seems worth the effort. Sherlock gives him a small tap on the shell.
“A deal is a deal, my friend, and you held up your end of the bargain. The lettuce is all yours.”
Writing Sherlock Holmes always intimidates me. I hate writing characters who are brilliant, because I'm not brilliant and I'm afraid I will write them stupid and not realise it. So Clyde POV felt like a good route to take. ;)
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“Someone’s going to report you to the SPCA one of these days.”
Clyde pauses, waiting to hear the rest of the conversation. The taste of lettuce leaf is fragrant in his mouth, crushed by his jaws and slithering wetly and deliciously down his throat.
“Report me for feeding healthy food to Clyde? I hardly think so.”
“Sherlock, you know I’m not against animal testing in general, but this is ridiculous--not to mention hazardous. You’ll feel pretty bad if he gets stuck down there and dies. Let’s face it, you don’t have that many friends that you can afford to lose one to amateur plumbing.”
Clyde decides to follow Sherlock’s example and ignore Joan. The lettuce leaf he’s been given as an incentive to crawl just a little further into this pipe is several times the size of his head, and as long as he gets to eat the entire head of lettuce that he spotted on the kitchen counter, he’s more than willing to crawl anywhere Sherlock would like him to.
A moment later Sherlock sighs. “Very well. But it will be entirely on your head if we don’t end up solving this case as a result of your well-intentioned admonitions, Watson.”
Clyde kicks his feet a little as he feels himself losing contact with the pipe, the remnants of the lettuce leaf still clamped firmly in his jaws, and he swiftly pulls his head into his shell, just in case something terrible is about to happen. His dismay is short-lived, however, when he finds himself deposited carefully back in his terrarium along with the coveted head of lettuce. He risks poking his head out just far enough to see Sherlock looking down at him with one of those changes in his facial features that Clyde has never bothered trying to decipher. Humans do strange things with their faces all the time, so it hardly seems worth the effort. Sherlock gives him a small tap on the shell.
“A deal is a deal, my friend, and you held up your end of the bargain. The lettuce is all yours.”
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Writing Sherlock Holmes always intimidates me. I hate writing characters who are brilliant, because I'm not brilliant and I'm afraid I will write them stupid and not realise it. So Clyde POV felt like a good route to take. ;)
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